Sorry, not to sound bitter, but this isn’t a depressing story about a dog's death. Rather, i’m writing about the time stopping moments in life. No, not one's first kiss, first child nor first diploma. In other words, the realization of death. As said again, sorry, this essay may be biased, because the only death i've ever experienced was my goldfish at age six, i'm still recovering from the loss…. The thought of death scares people, but I know what it’s like to overcome the fear of death and I hope this mandatory essay explains. Whether we like it or not all humans have an expiration date, if this helps milk does too. Death comes in all different sizes and shapes, for example being mugged to death, being tortured, cancer, suicide and other fun stuff. I like to put the concept of death into three sequences, the first and greatly, news. Secondly, the happenings during the near process of death. Lastly, death itself. I got tired of being ridiculed by the thoughts of death. Death was filling voids in my head I never knew existed. It felt gruesome, because the thoughts of death is like cancer spreading, slowly, then all at once. Maybe, maybe is what I thought, maybe there is a remedy of getting rid of these horrid thoughts consuming me. I compared death to cancer and kept thinking, how does one get rid of cancer? The light flickered above my head is when I knew, one must get rid of the tumor before it spreads. I tried to somehow compare getting rid of tumors with death and with great triumph I succeeded. I peered into a fictional situation, this person was a drug dealer named Dani, to make it more sensible. Not to put it into much detail, Dani owed money, big time. Her boss told her that if she didn’t have the dough by the next two days… she’d perish. When I was thinking of her uncomfortable situation I had to stop, I was honestly scared even it was fictitious. Nevertheless, I continued, little did I know this would help me get rid of my fear of death. Intrigued as I was I kept imagining. Day one just started for our drug dealer Dani. I tried perceiving my point of view into Dani’s little situation, Dani’s day started off slowly and sleepy, she decided to get coffee to wake her. She questioned herself if she even wanted coffee, since she didn’t want anymore of those death thoughts plastering happy memories and thoughts. As she was getting her beverage, she seemed gloomy. The man on the counter noticed, he told her not to waste a second when thinking about doubts. I suddenly stopped daydreaming, I thought what he said was wrong, very wrong actually. One should waste hours, days thinking about their doubts and regrets, because we are human,we have to learn and improve ourselves. I interrogated myself, should I continue?, Should I stop? Thankfully I chose to be persistent. Dani seemed to only notice two things when she walked out of the coffee shop that day, the negative and positive, nothing in between. Time felt endless to her, she noticed children laughing and grief from businessmen who seemed to have lost a great amount of currency. I concluded that daydream bit, it was enough for the day, and thought of death once again. There’s pros and cons to death, most people seem to push the pros, and I was one of them. I pondered about the pros, they usually came to aid the ecosystem and some people around them. Thinking about passings of people depressed me, but I knew it would benefit me. Days passed and I was ready to visualize drug dealer Dani’s second day. My heart seemed numb, yet felt like it was beating out of control. Thus, this created a domino effect, shoulders of mine felt a great amount of weight on them like a hefty sweater swaddling some adolescent from the cold. My hands didn't feel like they belong to me anymore, they were under dictation by fear. Clammy and quavered as they were I rested them upon my head to close my eyes. However, an absurd thought ridiculed me, why was I so terrified, her fate was already determined since the dawn of this stinkin’ fictional dream. For this reason I resumed the last day of this candy mans life. Dani was walking, don’t know where, don’t know why. Her surrounding seemed sketchy, let alone the fact it looked like it was 3 A.M. Anyhow, she arrived at this liquor store parking lot with neon lights going on and off every now and then. Being that, she advances herself to the store, only grabbing one thing, a bottle of jack. I wouldn’t blame her i’d do that too. She went to the counter paying her fee, but something was wrong, she left her bottle at the counter and created an alcoholic. As she commenced out the door hesitation stopped her, shaking her head from doubt and begins to amble out the door. Footsteps, never ending footsteps begin to echo. Once she walked outside I heard a bang that rang in my ears, it’s funny how the mind can trick one into hearing illusions. Fear can bring someone to do stupid things, for this instance it brought me a clearness of mind. I do understand why death or passings are looked down on because I was once frightened by it. Confronting this fear takes courage, an open mind and various levels of questioning. As the Greek philosopher Socrates once said “To fear death, gentlemen, is no other than to think oneself wise when one is not, to think one knows what one does not know. No one knows whether death may not be the greatest of all blessings for a man, yet men fear it as if they knew that it is the greatest of evils.”
Whether we like it or not all humans have an expiration date, if this helps milk does too. Death comes in all different sizes and shapes, for example being mugged to death, being tortured, cancer, suicide and other fun stuff. I like to put the concept of death into three sequences, the first and greatly, news. Secondly, the happenings during the near process of death. Lastly, death itself. I got tired of being ridiculed by the thoughts of death. Death was filling voids in my head I never knew existed. It felt gruesome, because the thoughts of death is like cancer spreading, slowly, then all at once. Maybe, maybe is what I thought, maybe there is a remedy of getting rid of these horrid thoughts consuming me. I compared death to cancer and kept thinking, how does one get rid of cancer? The light flickered above my head is when I knew, one must get rid of the tumor before it spreads. I tried to somehow compare getting rid of tumors with death and with great triumph I succeeded. I peered into a fictional situation, this person was a drug dealer named Dani, to make it more sensible. Not to put it into much detail, Dani owed money, big time. Her boss told her that if she didn’t have the dough by the next two days… she’d perish. When I was thinking of her uncomfortable situation I had to stop, I was honestly scared even it was fictitious. Nevertheless, I continued, little did I know this would help me get rid of my fear of death.
Intrigued as I was I kept imagining. Day one just started for our drug dealer Dani. I tried perceiving my point of view into Dani’s little situation, Dani’s day started off slowly and sleepy, she decided to get coffee to wake her. She questioned herself if she even wanted coffee, since she didn’t want anymore of those death thoughts plastering happy memories and thoughts. As she was getting her beverage, she seemed gloomy. The man on the counter noticed, he told her not to waste a second when thinking about doubts. I suddenly stopped daydreaming, I thought what he said was wrong, very wrong actually. One should waste hours, days thinking about their doubts and regrets, because we are human,we have to learn and improve ourselves. I interrogated myself, should I continue?, Should I stop? Thankfully I chose to be persistent. Dani seemed to only notice two things when she walked out of the coffee shop that day, the negative and positive, nothing in between. Time felt endless to her, she noticed children laughing and grief from businessmen who seemed to have lost a great amount of currency. I concluded that daydream bit, it was enough for the day, and thought of death once again. There’s pros and cons to death, most people seem to push the pros, and I was one of them. I pondered about the pros, they usually came to aid the ecosystem and some people around them. Thinking about passings of people depressed me, but I knew it would benefit me.
Days passed and I was ready to visualize drug dealer Dani’s second day. My heart seemed numb, yet felt like it was beating out of control. Thus, this created a domino effect, shoulders of mine felt a great amount of weight on them like a hefty sweater swaddling some adolescent from the cold. My hands didn't feel like they belong to me anymore, they were under dictation by fear. Clammy and quavered as they were I rested them upon my head to close my eyes. However, an absurd thought ridiculed me, why was I so terrified, her fate was already determined since the dawn of this stinkin’ fictional dream. For this reason I resumed the last day of this candy mans life. Dani was walking, don’t know where, don’t know why. Her surrounding seemed sketchy, let alone the fact it looked like it was 3 A.M. Anyhow, she arrived at this liquor store parking lot with neon lights going on and off every now and then. Being that, she advances herself to the store, only grabbing one thing, a bottle of jack. I wouldn’t blame her i’d do that too. She went to the counter paying her fee, but something was wrong, she left her bottle at the counter and created an alcoholic. As she commenced out the door hesitation stopped her, shaking her head from doubt and begins to amble out the door. Footsteps, never ending footsteps begin to echo. Once she walked outside I heard a bang that rang in my ears, it’s funny how the mind can trick one into hearing illusions.
Fear can bring someone to do stupid things, for this instance it brought me a clearness of mind. I do understand why death or passings are looked down on because I was once frightened by it. Confronting this fear takes courage, an open mind and various levels of questioning. As the Greek philosopher Socrates once said “To fear death, gentlemen, is no other than to think oneself wise when one is not, to think one knows what one does not know. No one knows whether death may not be the greatest of all blessings for a man, yet men fear it as if they knew that it is the greatest of evils.”